How I am wired

We went to a park district volleyball game last night that 3 of my adult children just starting playing on this year.

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As they started playing I heard my voice automatically complementing the good serve, encouraging hustling and correcting improper form.

UGH.

This is the first season in over 10 years that I haven’t coached volleyball for at least one team. Most years I coached two.  So 18 teams later I found myself unable to contain the teaching part of me. I got a few looks from some of the players and numerous eye rolls from my kids so I wrapped my arms around myself and grabbed my sleeves like a straight jacket to contain this part of me.  After rocking back and forth in the stands, knowing this was the first time they have played together without a practice, I was forced that coaching voice into submission.

But that is not how I am wired.  It is not in my  nature to just let things be.  When I see something that is not as good as it can be, I want to improve it, correct it.  Especially in volleyball when I have had so much experience improving struggling players.

So I have two choices.

1.  Go next week and struggle or
2.  Not go at all.
Actually, I have three choices.  I can go near the end of their season when they have gelled a bit as a team and gain their identity, all on their own.  So I can still enjoy watching them but not go into convulsions trying to contain myself.

Or I can change my nature.  But I don’t think I am supposed to do that.  There are things about myself that I have changed throughout my life.  Majorly changed.  But I don’t think it is one of those things.  Right now any way.

Have you had any experience like that?

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